Leon Orcot (under_arrest) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2018-05-07 15:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, alex, leon orcot |
Who: Leon and Alex
What: Leon gets clocked in the face, Alex helps fix him up
When: The evening of May 3rd
Where: Alex's place
Ratings/Warnings: Low/None
Status: Complete
Leon took a look at himself in the mirror of the bathroom of the precinct. The orc had clocked him pretty damn hard while he'd been out with Hopps, and while then his adrenaline and need to do his damn job were strong enough that he hadn't let it slow him down too much, the captain had taken one look at him when he returned to the precinct and sent him home to get checked out. Leon couldn't say he blamed him now, looking in the mirror. The side of his face was already a deep purple, though thankfully he didn't think he'd managed to break any skin.
He stared at himself for a couple more moments, poking himself painfully in the cheek, and then slashed some cold water on his face, grimacing as it made contact with him. One more look, and he decided it would be best to call Chris's babysitter and ask them to watch him for the night. Chris would probably be safer holed up in one spot anyway instead of being carted all over the city, and Leon didn't really want the boy to see him like that, even though he had no illusions that the swelling and bruising would die down much by tomorrow.
He didn't want Alex to see him like this for that matter, but the captain had been clear that he was supposed to get himself checked out before he came into work the next day, and Alex was better than some doctor. Besides, all the doctors in hospitals and clinics were probably dealing with people who were hurt worse than Leon was. It wasn't like Leon had never bruised his face before. He grabbed a baseball cap, wincing as he pulled it over his head, and pulled it down to at least shield some of his face.
So, with a sigh, he climbed into his car, somehow managed to avoid running over any orcs on his way, and pulled into the driveway of Alex's beach house. He should have picked up dinner or something on his way over, he thought, but then, there weren't a whole lot of restaurants that stayed open on days like this. Now that he thought about it, he wondered if Alex was even home or if he was too busy with his paramedic work. He let himself in through the front door, feeling empty-handed and a little embarrassed about his face. "Alex?" he called, making his way to the couch. "You home?"